Escape the Night
“They moved in darkness. Arc lights bathed the traverse in a swath of yellow running forty feet to their right; night wove the trees in front of them into a twisted maze, obscuring the lights of Central Park West. The night grew colder; the maze thinned; the stranger’s footsteps plodded toward the lights. Carey aimed the revolver at his back.
“Keep moving …”
Cabs sped by on the traverse; headlights stabbed the trunks of trees and patches of dead grass; tires hummed and went and came again.
A car... braked, squealing.
“I’m losing control …”
Carey could not turn: captor and imprisoned, he must always watch the stranger. Dull rhythmic pounding drove pain from his skull through his eyes and the cords of his neck, sapping strength from his legs. “Hurry up …”
“Faster, Daddy …”
Slivers of memory, a gift from Levy, exploded from his subconscious.
“Peter!”
Carey fought them; he must not be distracted.
Levy was dead.
He must always watch the stranger.
His palm was scraped raw; the gun rubbed sweat into it.MoreLess
“Keep moving …”
Cabs sped by on the traverse; headlights stabbed the trunks of trees and patches of dead grass; tires hummed and went and came again.
A car... braked, squealing.
“I’m losing control …”
Carey could not turn: captor and imprisoned, he must always watch the stranger. Dull rhythmic pounding drove pain from his skull through his eyes and the cords of his neck, sapping strength from his legs. “Hurry up …”
“Faster, Daddy …”
Slivers of memory, a gift from Levy, exploded from his subconscious.
“Peter!”
Carey fought them; he must not be distracted.
Levy was dead.
He must always watch the stranger.
His palm was scraped raw; the gun rubbed sweat into it.MoreLess
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